What I think of Home

As I wake up to the sound, of beautiful birds chirping outside my window. The sound of disco, playing in the nearby park. Home is a place I’d love to hear With sight I see the sun peeking out of the clouds. I wish that my sprouts would rise out of the ground one day. Home is a place I’d love to see. The smell of the crisp air rushing through my body, as I sit down beneath a shady tree the smell of fresh green grass on the field. Home is a place I’d love to smell. The taste of the delicious food my loving parents make, the taste could be sweet, salty, or sour. The energy produced by the food feels like power. Home is a place I’d love to taste. The touch of toys and books, The smooth and bumpy walls which give me shelter. In summer without it, I’d be melting Home is a place I’d love to feel.